Desi Sex Stories I still remember the exact second I said yes. That’s the part that bothers me. Not the weekend. The fact that I can still see it.
We were in the apartment. Lights off except whatever was coming in from the street. Dev had just come inside me, and instead of moving, he stayed there, breathing on my neck, talking in that low voice he uses when he’s already decided something.
“Nikhil asked again.”
I knew what he meant. We’d been circling it for weeks. First it was jokes. Then it wasn’t.
“I don’t want to.”
It came out smaller than I meant.
“You keep saying that after I make you come thinking about it.”
He wasn’t wrong. That was what pissed me off. He’d talk about it while he was still in me. Nikhil’s hands. Nikhil’s mouth. How different it would feel. And my body would… go. I’d come harder and then feel sick about it after.
Ananya was already in. She’d sent a voice note I listened to three times in the work bathroom. She didn’t sound desperate. She sounded amused. ‘If you’re curious, Riya, do it. It’s one weekend. Nobody has to catch feelings.’
I told Dev I needed to think. He didn’t push that night. He just kept fucking me slow and talking. By Thursday I was the one who brought it up.
“If we do this, there are rules.”
He smiled as he’d already won.
We drove up Friday after work. They’d rented a house forty minutes out. Two bedrooms, kitchen opening onto a deck, trees everywhere so nobody could see in. I sat with my bag on my lap the whole drive and kept checking my phone like something was going to cancel itself.
They were already there. Ananya hugged me too long. Perfume and wine. Nikhil just nodded at me the way he always does, like he’s measuring something. Taller than Dev. Broader. Quieter. I’ve known him two years and never been alone with him for more than ten minutes.
We ate pizza. Drank too much. Everyone pretended this was normal. Ananya kept touching Dev’s arm when she laughed. I watched her do it and felt jealous and relieved at the same time. If she was already claiming him, maybe I didn’t have to feel as guilty about what I was about to do.
Around eleven, Dev stood up and stretched.
“We’re going to the other room.”
Ananya stood with him. Looked at me once. Raised her eyebrows a little. Then they were gone down the hall, and the door clicked.
Nikhil and I sat there with leftover pizza and two half-full glasses.
“You can still say no,” he said.
I almost did. The words were right there.
I finished the wine instead and stood up.
“Which room is ours?”
His was the one at the end with the bigger bed. I put my bag down and didn’t unpack. He closed the door. Didn’t lock it.
I thought he’d grab me. He didn’t. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me like he was waiting to see if I’d run.
“Dev said you’re shy until you’re not.”
“Dev talks too much.”
“Yeah.”
I took my own clothes off because standing there dressed felt worse. Everything in a pile on the chair. He watched. Didn’t say I looked good. Just looked.
When I was naked, he pulled his shirt off, then his jeans. He was already hard. Thicker than Dev. I noticed it immediately and hated that I noticed.
He pulled me between his legs by the hips and put his mouth on my stomach first, then lower. No talking. Just his tongue, slow, like he had all night. I had to hold his shoulders because my legs went weird. He made this low sound when he tasted me.
Not a moan exactly. More like he’d expected it to be good and it was; I came on his mouth faster than I wanted to. Embarrassing. My thighs shook, and I tried to step back, and he held me there and kept going until I made a noise I don’t usually make.
Then he stood up and kissed me with my own taste still on his tongue. I don’t know why that did it. Something flipped. I stopped thinking about Dev in the other room and started thinking about how I was going to get this man inside me.
He sat back on the bed, and I climbed on. I had to work him in. It stretched in a way I wasn’t used to. I made a face, and he saw it and didn’t apologize. Just put his hands on my ass and let me take it until I was sitting all the way down.
“Fuck,” I said, because there wasn’t a better word.
He didn’t thrust up yet. He let me grind. I could feel every inch. My clit was still sensitive from his mouth, and every time I rolled forward it sparked. I came again like that, sitting on him, biting the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t be loud. The walls weren’t that thick.
After that he took over. Flipped me onto my back, pulled my legs up, and started fucking me properly. Deep. Not rushed. He watched my face the whole time like he was collecting information. When I tried to turn my head, he put his hand on my jaw and made me look at him.
“You like it.”
Not a question.
I nodded. I was wet enough that I could hear it.
He pulled out, dragged the head through me, then pushed back in harder. I grabbed the sheets. He did it again. Then he put my legs over his shoulders and went deeper than I thought I could take. I told him it was too much and he slowed but didn’t stop.
After a minute, it stopped being too much and started being the only thing I could feel. He came inside me the first time. Didn’t ask. Just drove in and stayed there while he pulsed. I felt it. Warm. A lot of it. When he pulled out, it leaked down onto the bed.
We didn’t talk for a bit. He lay next to me, and I stared at the ceiling thinking about another man’s cum dripping out of me while my boyfriend was probably doing the same thing to Ananya twenty feet away.
Then his hand went back between my legs. Two fingers. Scooped some of it out. Put them in my mouth.
“Nasty,” I said around his fingers.
“You swallowed.”
I had.
He got hard again while I was still tasting us. This time he put me on my stomach, pulled my hips up, and took me from behind. One hand in my hair. Not yanking. Just holding. The other reaching under to rub my clit. I came with my face in the pillow. He didn’t last as long the second time. He pulled out and came on my lower back, then used his fingers to push some of it down between my cheeks. Not inside. Just smearing it there like he wanted me to feel marked.
I slept in that bed with him. Woke up around three because he was hard against my ass. I reached back and put him in without turning around. Half-asleep sex. Sloppy. My body already used to him. He came inside me again. I didn’t even open my eyes all the way.
Saturday morning, Ananya made coffee as nothing had happened. She had a mark on her neck. Dev looked at me across the kitchen, and I couldn’t read his face. Pride, maybe. Or something else.
Nikhil and I barely spoke during breakfast. Then everyone split again like it was scheduled.
We went back to the room. He bent me over the dresser so I could see myself in the mirror. I watched my own face while he fucked me. Watched my mouth open. Watched him reach around and play with my nipples until they were sore. He told me to look at myself.
“That’s you taking another guy’s cock.”
It should have made me angry. It made me clench around him instead.
He pulled out and turned me around, and I went to my knees without being asked. I don’t usually like giving head that much. With him, I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to taste what we’d been doing. He held the back of my head but didn’t force.
I took as much as I could and used my hand for the rest. When he came, I stayed there and swallowed. Some ran down my chin. He wiped it with his thumb, and I sucked that too. We showered after that. He washed me. Fingers inside me again under the water. Not to make me come.
Just because he could, I washed him. His cock was still half-hard. I stroked it until it was fully hard and then he lifted me against the tiles and fucked me standing up. My back slipped. He didn’t care. I came with the water hitting my chest and his mouth on my neck.
Afternoon, we actually left the house. Walked down to the lake. Sat on a rock. He put his hand up my dress when nobody was around, and I let him finger me in public. Two fingers. Slow. While I tried to keep my face normal. I came with my sunglasses on and my teeth in my lip.
He took his fingers out, and I sucked them clean again because I was past pretending I wasn’t that person for the weekend. Saturday night was worse in the best way. More drinking. Ananya and Dev disappeared first again. Nikhil poured me another glass, and then we didn’t even make it to the bed.
He bent me over the kitchen counter. Dress up, panties to the side. He spat on his hand and rubbed it on me even though I didn’t need it. Then he was in me, and the counter edge was digging into my hips, and I could hear the TV still on in the other room.
He talked more when he was drunk.
Told me I was tighter than he expected. Told me Dev was a lucky bastard. Told me he was going to fill me again and I was going to walk back to my boyfriend leaking.
I came so hard I almost laughed. Ugly, shaky laugh. He kept going through it.
He pulled out, turned me around, sat me on the counter, and ate me out with his own cum still in me. I had my hands in his hair. I told him I couldn’t come again and then I did anyway, grinding on his face, making a mess.
We finally went to the bedroom. He put me on my back and went slow for a while. Almost sweet, which was confusing. Kissed me. Looked at me. Then the sweetness dropped, and he folded me in half and pounded until the headboard hit the wall. I didn’t care who heard.
He came inside me for the fourth or fifth time that day. I lost count. When he pulled out, I put my hand down there and felt how much was coming out of me. I showed him my fingers. He nodded like that was the point.
Sunday morning I woke up sore in places I don’t usually get sore. He was already awake, watching me.
“Last day,” he said.
I didn’t say anything. I just moved down the bed and took him in my mouth again, slower this time, because I knew it was ending. He let me go for a long time before he pulled me up and put me on top. I rode him facing away at first, so I didn’t have to look at him. Then he made me turn around.
We came together that last time. I don’t know if that’s true or if I just wanted it to be. He stayed inside me after. Neither of us moved.
When we packed, Ananya hugged me again. This time she whispered, “You okay?”
I said yes. I think I was.
Dev drove us home. He asked how it was. I said fine. He told me Ananya was loud. I didn’t ask for details, and he didn’t give them. We had sex that night in our own bed, and it felt familiar and also not.
I came thinking about Nikhil’s hand in my hair and hated myself for about thirty seconds, and then I came again.
That was the weekend.
I still think about the counter. The lake. The way he didn’t ask before he came in me the first time. The taste. How easy it was to become someone else for two days and then put my own clothes back on.
Dev wants to do it again sometime. I haven’t answered yet.
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